In all the novels, you know, attaches are always the confidants of Grand Duchesses, and know more state secrets than their chiefs; in real life, I believe they are something like a city clerk with a leaning to private theatricals.

Say you'll go! Do!" "I'll take a few months' holiday first," I replied, "and then," I added in my gay, dashing way, "if the place is open--hang it if I don't go!" "Good old bounder!" she said, "and don't think too much of that precious Prince Rupert.

He was a bad lot." She blushed again at me--as her husband entered.
"Take Rose's advice, Rupert, my boy," he said, "and go!" And that is how I came to go to Trulyruralania.

For I secretly resolved to take my holiday in traveling in that country and trying, as dear Lady Burleydon put it, really to be somebody, instead of resembling anybody in particular.

A precious lot SHE knew about it!.